“A little,” Elizabeth answered. “Good,” Francine replied as she pushed the coat from Elizabeth’s shoulders. “I knew you would.” Before E...izabeth had time to respond, Francine lunged at her and started to kiss her passionately. Initially, Elizabeth tried to fight it but within seconds she closed her eyes and allowed Francine’s tongue to push into her mouth. Their saliva mixed and their tongues wrestled as they both unbuttoned each other’s blouses. Soft moans were muffled by the kiss and their. Next you produced a feather and gently stroked and caressed my entire back with it in long lingering sweeps. Occasionally, just to vary the feeling you used the quill of the feather to prick me lightly here and there. I found that when you did this it kept my mind from drifting away. I stayed focused on my body. You laid the feather aside. What could be next? Oil. Warm fragrant oil. You dribbled a little between my shoulder blades as if anointing my skin and then gently spread it with slow. "Isn't it time we got back to it?" he asked. He smiled to show he wasn't really impatient.Greta simpered and extended her tongue as a ramp Brad could use while he pushed his cock down her throat. He put the guide to good use. Greta's tongue rasped deliciously against the underside of Brad's penis as he slid it along. A moment later he felt the head of his cock bump the back of her mouth. A second later, he penetrated down the slick, slimy tunnel that was her throat. Greta did a half swallow and. I leant back to allow her to push her trousers down her thighs. She lifted her legs high in the air and pushed them all the way off; depositing them on the sofa to the side of her. Her legs spread wide as they wrapped around my waist. We kissed as my hands came upon her breasts to squeeze her nipples into submission.I wanted her more than ever. If we weren’t running from something, we were fucking; only eating so that we could continue to fuck.Out tongues mingled in our warmth, moist mouths. I.